Section 194

As for other Cultivation forces, they have always kept their distance.

"Our Sect does indeed have this secret technique, but it shouldn't be enough to provoke Your Excellency, should it?"

"Our Sect's secret technique has always been used by Mortals and never encroaches upon Cultivator territory..."

The Elder said, as if he had thought of something.

He quickly added, "Oh! I understand now, it must be that Your Excellency's Mortal relatives were implicated. Our Sect is willing to offer a generous gift for this!"

The Elder said cautiously.

He clearly did not want to provoke this Gray-robed man with his strange methods.

"Elder! They're here, they're here! Ten years ago, we didn't absorb rain Qi in this domain."

"At that time, Rainfall Sect accepted offerings from Mortals to ensure good weather in this domain, so they went to Tianfu Great Domain to absorb rain Qi.

And they absolutely did not offend any force!"

At this moment, a Disciple, after checking the records, rushed over quickly.

Hearing this, the Elder let out a long sigh of relief.

"It seems this was all a misunderstanding!"

The Elder chuckled at the Gray-robed man, "Ten years ago, we didn't use our methods in this domain, but in Tianfu Great Domain!"

"Tianfu Great Domain..."

The Gray-robed man, upon hearing this, repeated the Elder's words.

In his eyes, filled with dead silence, old scenes seemed to emerge.

"That's right... do you know what happens when rain Qi is taken away?"

"The sky doesn't rain, clouds don't form, the sun is like a steaming basket, crops don't grow, and people starve..."

The Gray-robed man seemed to be talking to himself, and also to them.

He took a step forward.

Crash!

In an instant, the Cultivator closest to him immediately turned into a pool of blood.

"Your Excellency! What are you doing?!" The Elder exclaimed in shock.

The Gray-robed man continued, "People without food can endure for one day, even ten days, but after a long time..."

"People are no longer people; they become man-eating monsters..."

His voice was low, as if recalling something.

But his steps grew faster and faster; with each step, several Cultivators turned into blood.

This eerie method was terrifying.

"People also have a name, called 'two-legged sheep'... Eating one's children, digging graves, these were all common..."

"At that time, I was so famished, I saw Immortals sneering and laughing, and I thought I had seen wrong..."

"But now I know... it turns out that while people were gnawing at each other to survive, there were Immortals in the sky, betting on when that child would gnaw on his... mother!"

Chapter 120: A Bloody Game Played with All Beings, Is He the Son of Luck of Another Race?

The Gray-robed man's voice was incredibly cold, but if one listened carefully, one could detect a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his voice.

Deep within his eyes, like a churning dead sea, there were even more things difficult to glimpse.

Ten years ago, there was a great drought, the human world was like a fiery prison under the blazing sun, and the sky was cloudless and rainless.

The small village where Su Huangquan lived suffered an unprecedented famine. The sun was scorching, and not a single cloud lingered in the sky.

At first, the villagers could still maintain their sanity, eating grass and tree roots. Eventually, they even gnawed on their own clothes and dug up the soil beneath them.

People can only be called people when they are full...

Otherwise... they are two-legged sheep!

When Su Huang heard this, he was tied in front of a large pot, with boiling water, burning fire, and the villagers looking at him as if he were a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

All of this made Su Huangquan unforgettable.

Finally, Su Huangquan's mother, that woman who was usually so gentle she had almost no temper, found him, stumbling, with a pig-slaughtering knife in her hand.

She rescued him just before he was treated as a two-legged sheep and thrown into the pot.

And as a price... his mother remained in that pot forever.

Finally, when the village chief brought a bowl of 'meat soup' to him, Su Huangquan went mad...

At that moment, he vaguely saw several high and mighty Cultivators standing in the sky.

They looked down at the human world with sneers, as if watching a unique play.

They seemed to want to see if that child would drink his own mother.

Afterward, Su Huangquan, who had fallen into madness, massacred the entire village.

Until he was picked up by Su Zhou, who was passing by, and brought back to the Family...

Relying on his ruthlessness, combined with the incomplete Huangquan Great Emperor Legacy within him, he became the eleventh sequence of the Su Family.

Later, he obtained the huangquan pearl in the Endless Sea, completing his Legacy and officially stepping into the Conferred Title Sequence.

However, his Legacy was extremely strange and evil; compared to Cultivating within the Family, external experience was the best way for him.

That year, Su Nan emerged from the east, sweeping aside everything and re-treading the Invincible Road, earning the admiration of countless Su Family members.

And Su Huangquan emerged from the west; what he sought was not to be invincible like Su Nan, but to send all enemies of the Su Family... to the Yellow Springs!

Originally, along this path, Su Huangquan didn't have many opportunities to use the huangquan pearl.

At most, he only absorbed a few evil Cultivators who didn't know their place...

Until in this Rain Domain, he once again saw the scene he had once believed to be an illusion...

The Sect robes of Rainfall Sect were exactly the same as what he had previously thought the Immortals in his hallucination wore!

Immediately, a deep-seated resentment, dormant within him, erupted at this moment.

He single-handedly charged directly into Rainfall Sect.

Thus, the current scene unfolded.

Su Huangquan walked forward, the hatred in his eyes almost materializing.

His originally pitch-black eyes were stained with a layer of dead gray.

"Damn it, go report to the Inner Sect!"

"This guy's cultivation is at least at Palm Moon; relying solely on our Outer Sect, no matter how many we send, it's just suicide!"

The Elder whispered his orders, and a Disciple quickly ran towards the Sect.

But he had only run a few steps.

The next moment...

Whoosh~

A sound like crashing waves slowly echoed.

Followed by a bone-chilling cold and fear.

"Don't rush... None of you... will leave today... None of you will leave!"

Su Huangquan's voice was like that of a vengeful spirit, making one's hair stand on end.

At this moment, he spread his arms, and a dark yellow pearl materialized out of thin air. Subsequently, everyone around him, including himself, was enveloped by a terrifying and bizarre Dao.

Boundless Yellow Springs water surged forth as if from the netherworld.

Within the Yellow Springs, bones were like mats, and lost Souls were like rain!

A corner of a Rainfall Sect Disciple's robe accidentally touched the Yellow Springs, and the next moment...

"Ahhh!" He let out a desperate scream.

His body seemed to be forcibly fused with his clothes, and then his clothes began to dissolve under the Yellow Springs water.

Unimaginable pain simultaneously exploded upon his flesh and Soul!

His cries were incredibly tragic, making one's spine shiver.

"Save me... Save me! Junior Martial Uncle... Junior Martial Uncle, save me!"

The Disciple cried out in agony, his voice growing increasingly eerie.

The flesh on his face continuously dripped onto the ground like melting wax...

Yet, he seemed completely unaware, still begging for help and wailing.

Under the terrified gaze of all the Disciples.

The Disciple eventually turned into a pool of pus and blood, and his Divine Soul fell into the Yellow Springs.

Just like when he was alive, he was still crying for help in pain.